LIVE! LIVE! Life is a banquet, and some sorry sons of bitches are starving!
HA! Surprised he felt anything.
And to think, I thought all he came home with was a pearl necklace.
We were down in the maritimes this summer -- My Rare One ate lots of lobsters. I'm stealing that photo for future use on my blog, if it's okay with you.
I just knew the Mistress had nice taste in swim bloomers.
I think mistress should show us the exact spot where the lobster bit her!
I'm glad the mistress was attacked from behind - the flesh there is more cushionable and less detachable.
So, lobster's are into ass play???
Well, did you grab that thing and take it home for a nice, cooked meal?
I'm surprised he even felt anything at all.
I could be wrong, but is that not better than getting , say, crabs?
Now this is where you needed one of those Chasity cages from the previous pist to protect the goods
Go ahead darling, tell me something fabulous!